
Ariel Panowicz Creative
I was in fourth grade when I had my first panic attack. At the time, I didn’t know what was happening. We had an important test at school that day, but I couldn’t focus on taking it.
I remember sitting in a chair. It was like my body wasn’t really there. My hand started to shake. Before I knew it, my whole body was shaking too. I started crying and couldn’t stop. It became hard for me to breathe.
When my mom came to pick me up, we went straight to the doctor. She told me I probably had
That helped—at least for a little while. But it turned out that was just the beginning. The road ahead would challenge my mental health in ways I never expected.